I released my hopes of trade publishing Arkhangelsk, and took my baby back.
I start seeing everything close to me as fragile, even when it isn't.
There's nothing new except what has been forgotten. And in SFF, stuff gets forgotten a lot.
Dude, I'm just writing stories.
Remember my little book of short stories? I've set up a Goodreads giveaway for it!
There's a temptation, when publishing a short story, to explain it.
Is my mind more organized? No, it is not!
I think Project Hail Mary might have two Mad Things going on.
I guess the story arc I'm writing is just...life.
Isn't science fiction supposed to be about the future? Isn't it?